It's horrible! Not only am I constantly hot and sweaty, but everyone around me (who are also hot and sweaty) wants to act like it's the best thing ever!
"Oh isn't the weather so lovely today?!"
"No, Karen, you insignificant little cockstain, it's not lovely! My eyes hurt because of how fucking bright it is, I had to get the tube to work today crammed in with a hundred other sweaty commuters, only to get here and but shoved in to an office block with no fucking air conditioning. Not my idea of lovely Karen."
The worst of it is that there's just so much pressure to have fun! All of these people going out and having a good time, that I actually feel like a bad person for not going and doing something fun myself! I feel like I'm wasting my time having fun playing games and such, even though at any other time of the year I don't give it a second thought. Of course, though, it's fucking summer! And when it's fucking summer and fuck knows it's fucking hot as fucking fuck outside, everyfuckingcunt needs to be fucking having the best fucking time of their fucking life!
Makes me sick.

I once masturbated so hard I was bleeding and the mess was so bad it seeped straight through a comforter, a blanket, two sheets, and a bed pad to soak the mattress. That's not even mentioning the pillows, holy cra-